Carl Ufongene

African Adventure

Walter would never live down the day he came to school with a gaping hole down the backside of his pants. He mainly kept to himself and the bags under his eyes, but that day he chose to carry, auxiliary to him, a Swiss army knife, which he thought was cool. What wasn’t cool was the way the contraption managed to rip right through the seat of his blue jeans. His peers called the event ‘the rift’. The moniker was not appreciated. He resided in a Podunk town, and he, himself, was quite rinky-dink. Nothing much happened to Walter.